Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-10-17
STREET SCENES.
How Sunday Afternoon
Passed in Los Angeles.

How Sunday Afternoon Is
Passed ina Los Angeles.
Sunday afternoon is usually time
devoted to recreation by those whose
business or profession compels them
to sedentary life during the ordin-
ary week days, and the streets of Los
Angeles are always crowded by pleas
ure-seekers, either promenading the
foot paths or driving slowly along in
vehicles hired from accommodating
livery stables. An interesting half
an hour may be passed, as a HER
AID man did yesterday, by taking a
seat at some point of vantage and
scrutinizing the different types and
styles of humanity that pass by. The
first party that attracted his attention
was q "deah- boy" set who with coats
unbuttoned to display their fancy
vests, came gingerly picking their
way along with would-be aristocratic
look that they thought was positively
killing, and would impress beholders
with the idea that they were modera
Midases. YES" one was saying, as
he struck with a gilt-headed cane at
an imaginary fly, "she's quite sweet
on me. Why, she came into the
store"
"Hush!' warningly exclaimed one
of his comrades, pulling him nervous,
ly by the arm. Don't talk shop, old
man some one will hear" and turning
the subject at once upon some society
affair, the knights of the tape and
yardstick sauntered lelsurely by.
Following Immediately in their
wake was young rancher, in from
some outlying district, with his girl on
his arm and one hand in his pocket
jingling the hard-earned reward OF his
labors. He was painfully attired-
painfully because his brick-red throat
was encircled by what is termed a dog
collar that, like Banquo's ghost, would
not down in spite of the pressure,
which was ever and anon brought to
bear on it from sinewy hand. A
little straw hat, poised carefully over
his right ear, suit of sober black, a
huge cigar and very small
cane completed his ensemble,
and he doubtless thought that
in appearance he was "peer beyond
compare" Carefully keeping step
with him, his inamorata chartered
volubly away about everything that
engaged her attention, and as the
scribe looked after them he saw them
turn into an ice cream parlor together
always place of call for visitors to
town of this description.
Judging by the way that the next
mau shambled by, he had private
opinion OF his own that he had no
business on such public thorough
fare in his present garb. He was of
the genus tramp, pure and simple,
with combination of garments fear
fully and wonderfully arranged and
with both hands plunged into the ut
most depths of his pockets he looked
the picture of misery as he went sadly
along with an ever-watchful eye on
the ground fearful lest some ''snipe"
should escape his notice.
Next came two or three business
men discussing matters of commercial
interest, well known doctor, four or
five gamblers, a stalwart policeman
and then, hurrying along like a
pedestrian anxious to reach the win
ming post, a newspaper reporter with
the latest item from down town.
The next man was evidently re-
cent arrival, and was engaged in in
specting his surroundings. He would
pause occasionally, look at everything
above, below and on all sides of him,
and with a satisfied expression of coun-
tenance, pass a few steps further on
when he would call another halt.
Can you tell me, sir" said he
addressing nervous looking man
with geld spectacles, "what building
this is ?" pointing as he spoke to the
Courthouse. "That, sir" was the re-
sponse, sis the temple of Justice"
.'Oh! And this?" pointing down the
street. "That is the Nadeau." "Ah !!
And this ?" pointing in another direc-
ton, but he asked in vain, for the ner-
vous one had hurried away, evidently
wearied of his unsought-for catechism.
A panied expression passed over the
inquirer's visage and he surged slowly
onward, and in minute afterward the
scribe saw him buttonhole another
itinerant on the opposite corner and
proceed with his method of obtaining
information.
Two demure looking females, evil
IDENTIFY OF the old maid persuasion,
passed next in the procession: cler-
gyman elbowed his way past two bar
tenders, then waiter call in his
Sunday clothes," and SO they came
and went in never ceasing tide, vice
and virtue shoulder to shoulder,
strange conglomeration, such as one
encounters in every city under the
sway of Caucasian civilization.